Tell me where you been at, tell me where you been at
I'm like, pressure punch me in, we don't like jingles
I'm just tryna make a album, we don't like singles
Young Jhitt, swiping on them cards, he can't use Tinder
I don't got no future with your hoe, my name not Bender
She like Chubby, man, you so tender, I can't post shit
Niggas already want me dead, man, I can't go shit
Playboii Traa, he got some lead, man, that boy be toting elements
Stomp the yard, man, huh, Chubby Elephant
I done turned villain, bitch, I don't got no nemesis
I done checked your whole track record, man, you been a bitch
And I'm riding no Ted, yeah, Chubby ain't no bitch
Nigga, huh, your man's up like a kite, yeah
He up in the air, I give that shit a ticket
He gon' spin shit like a feather
I'm with Jizzy going crazy on that block
Like an old soul, serving like the 80s
He a rap, he a homo, f*ck him, make him pay me
I see you posting all that money, Chubby
Can you save me? No, I can't
My shit spread like some paint
I'm like, how you know my name? I ain't famous
I'm just trying to steady bands up, I can stay nameless
And they been giving me ghost status, bitch, I ain't claiming
Cause that boy with the microphone tapped too dangerous
He be snapping on that rap shit, but he rock, ain't it
Boy, that boy ain't never broke again
He on top, ain't it? He on top, ain't it
He on top, ain't it
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Tell me where you been at, tell me where you been at
I'm like, pressure punch me in, we don't like jingles
I'm just tryna make a album, we don't like singles
Young Jhitt, swiping on them cards, he can't use Tinder
I don't got no future with your hoe, my name not Bender
She like Chubby, man, you so tender, I can't post shit
Niggas already want me dead, man, I can't go shit
Playboii Traa, he got some lead, man, that boy be toting elements
Stomp the yard, man, huh, Chubby Elephant
I done turned villain, bitch, I don't got no nemesis
I done checked your whole track record, man, you been a bitch
And I'm riding no Ted, yeah, Chubby ain't no bitch
Nigga, huh, your man's up like a kite, yeah
He up in the air, I give that shit a ticket
He gon' spin shit like a feather
I'm with Jizzy going crazy on that block
Like an old soul, serving like the 80s
He a rap, he a homo, f*ck him, make him pay me
I see you posting all that money, Chubby
Can you save me? No, I can't
My shit spread like some paint
I'm like, how you know my name? I ain't famous
I'm just trying to steady bands up, I can stay nameless
And they been giving me ghost status, bitch, I ain't claiming
Cause that boy with the microphone tapped too dangerous
He be snapping on that rap shit, but he rock, ain't it
Boy, that boy ain't never broke again
He on top, ain't it? He on top, ain't it
He on top, ain't it
I'm like, pressure punch me in, we don't like jingles
I'm just tryna make a album, we don't like singles
Young Jhitt, swiping on them cards, he can't use Tinder
I don't got no future with your hoe, my name not Bender
She like Chubby, man, you so tender, I can't post shit
Niggas already want me dead, man, I can't go shit
Playboii Traa, he got some lead, man, that boy be toting elements
Stomp the yard, man, huh, Chubby Elephant
I done turned villain, bitch, I don't got no nemesis
I done checked your whole track record, man, you been a bitch
And I'm riding no Ted, yeah, Chubby ain't no bitch
Nigga, huh, your man's up like a kite, yeah
He up in the air, I give that shit a ticket
He gon' spin shit like a feather
I'm with Jizzy going crazy on that block
Like an old soul, serving like the 80s
He a rap, he a homo, f*ck him, make him pay me
I see you posting all that money, Chubby
Can you save me? No, I can't
My shit spread like some paint
I'm like, how you know my name? I ain't famous
I'm just trying to steady bands up, I can stay nameless
And they been giving me ghost status, bitch, I ain't claiming
Cause that boy with the microphone tapped too dangerous
He be snapping on that rap shit, but he rock, ain't it
Boy, that boy ain't never broke again
He on top, ain't it? He on top, ain't it
He on top, ain't it
Writer: Jacob Floyd
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